I'm back.

I slept in my own bed last night.

It's been weeks. And weeks.

And this is all I can think about...

O Lord my God! when I in awesome wonder

Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made,

I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,

Thy power throughout the universe displayed:

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee:

How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

Then sings my soul! my Savior God, to Thee:

How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

When through the woods and forest glades I wander

And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;

When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur

And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze:

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee:

How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

Then sings my soul! my Savior God, to Thee:

How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,

Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;

That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,

He bled and died to take away my sin:

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee:

How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

Then sings my soul! my Savior God, to Thee:

How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation

And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!

Then I shall bow in humble adoration,

And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee:

How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

Then sings my soul! my Savior God, to Thee:

How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

When burdens press, and seem beyond endurance,
Bowed down with grief, to Him I lift my face;
And then in love He brings me sweet assurance:
'My child! for thee sufficient is my grace'.

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee:

How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

Then sings my soul! my Savior God, to Thee:

How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

I'm sure I will tell my story.

In time.